Reflections: Staggerlee wonders by James Baldwin

Reflections: Staggerlee wonders by James Baldwin

Feb. 27 / 17

Hello! I wanted to share a poem by James Baldwin to celebrate Black History. Notice that I didn’t say Black History Month. Black History, Native, Hispanic, Asian… all American History. 

Staggerlee wonders – Poem by James Baldwin

I always wonder
what they think the niggers are doing
while they, the pink and alabaster pragmatists,
are containing
and defining and re-defining and re-aligning
nobly restraining themselves, meanwhile,
from blowing up that earth
which they have already
blasphemed into dung:
the gentle, wide-eyed, cheerful
ladies, and their men,
nostalgic for the noble cause of Vietnam,
nostalgic for noble causes,
aching, nobly, to wade through the blood of savages—
Uncas shall never leave the reservation,
except to purchase whisky at the State Liquor Store.
The Panama Canal shall remain forever locked:
there is a way around every treaty.
We will turn the tides of the restless
the sun will rise, and set
on our hotel balconies as we see fit.
The natives will have nothing to complain about,
indeed, they will begin to be grateful,
will be better off than ever before.
They will learn to defer gratification
and save up for things, like we do.

Oh, yes. They will.
We have only to make an offer
they cannot refuse.

This flag has been planted on the moon:
it will be interesting to see
what steps the moon will take to be revenged
for this quite breathtaking presumption.
This people
masturbate in winding sheets.
They have hacked their children to pieces.
They have never honoured a single treaty
made with anyone, anywhere.
The walls of their cities
are as foul as their children.
No wonder their children come at them with knives.
Mad Charlie man’s son was one of their children,
had got his shit together
by the time he left kindergarten,
and, as for Patty, heiress of all the ages,
she had the greatest vacation
of any heiress, anywhere:

Golly-gee, whillikens, Mom, real guns!
and they come with a real big, black funky stud, too:
oh, Ma! he’s making eyes at me!

Oh, noble Duke Wayne,
be careful in them happy hunting grounds.
They say the only good Indian
is a dead Indian,
by what I say is,
you can’t be too careful, you hear?
Oh, towering Ronnie Reagan,
wise and resigned lover of redwoods,
deeply beloved, winning man-child of the yearning Republic
from diaper to football field to Warner Brothers sound-stages,
be thou our grinning, gently phallic, Big Boy of all the ages!

Salt peanuts, salt peanuts,
for dear hearts and gentle people,
and cheerful, shining, simple Uncle Sam!

Nigger, read this and run!
Now, if you can’t read,
run anyhow!

From Manifest Destiny
(Cortez, and all his men
silent upon a peak in Darien)
to A Decent Interval,
and the chopper rises above Saigon,
abandoning the noble cause
and the people we have made ignoble
and whom we leave there, now, to die,
one moves, With All Deliberate Speed,
to the South China Sea, and beyond,
where millions of new niggers
await glad tidings!

No, said the Great Man’s Lady,
I’m against abortion,
I always feel that’s killing somebody.
Well, what about capital punishment?
I think the death penalty helps.

That’s right.
Up to our ass in niggers
on Death Row.

Oh, Susanna,
don’t you cry for me!


Well, I guess what the niggers
is supposed to be doing
is putting themselves in the path
of that old sweet chariot
and have it swing down and carry us home.

That would help, as they say,
and they got ways
of sort of nudging the chariot.
They still got influence
with Wind and Water,
though they in for some surprises
with Cloud and Fire.

My days are not their days.
My ways are not their ways.
I would not think of them,
one way or the other,
did not they so grotesquely
block the view
between me and my brother.

And, so, I always wonder:
can blindness be desired?
Then, what must the blinded eyes have seen
to wish to see no more!

For, I have seen,
in the eyes regarding me,
or regarding my brother,
have seen, deep in the farthest valley
of the eye, have seen
a flame leap up, then flicker and go out,
have seen a veil come down,
leaving myself, and the other,
alone in that cave
which every soul remembers, and
out of which, desperately afraid,
I turn, turn, stagger, stumble out,
into the healing air,
fall flat on the healing ground,
singing praises, counselling
my heart, my soul, to praise.

What is it that this people
cannot forget?

Surely, they cannot be deluded
as to imagine that their crimes
are original?

There is nothing in the least original
about the fiery tongs to the eyeballs,
the sex torn from the socket,
the infant ripped from the womb,
the brains dashed out against rock,
nothing original about Judas,
or Peter, or you or me: nothing:
we are liars and cowards all,
or nearly all, or nearly all the time:
for we also ride the lightning,
answer the thunder, penetrate whirlwinds,
curl up on the floor of the sun,
and pick our teeth with thunderbolts.

Then, perhaps they imagine
that their crimes are not crimes?

Perhaps that is why they cannot repent,
why there is no possibility of repentance.
Manifest Destiny is a hymn to madness,
feeding on itself, ending
(when it ends) in madness:
the action is blindness and pain,
pain bringing a torpor so deep
that every act is willed,
is desperately forced,
is willed to be a blow:
the hand becomes a fist,
the prick becomes a club,
the womb a dangerous swamp,
the hope, and fear, of love
is acid in the marrow of the bone.
No, their fire is not quenched,
nor can be: the oil feeding the flames
being the unadmitted terror of the wrath of God.

Yes. But let us put it in another,
less theological way:
though theology has absolutely nothing to do
with what I am trying to say.
But the moment God is mentioned
theology is summoned
to buttress or demolish belief:
an exercise which renders belief irrelevant
and adds to the despair of Fifth Avenue
on any afternoon,
the people moving, homeless, through the city,
praying to find sanctuary before the sky
and the towers come tumbling down,
before the earth opens, as it does in Superman.
They know that no one will appear
to turn back time,
they know it, just as they know
that the earth has opened before
and will open again, just as they know
that their empire is falling, is doomed,
nothing can hold it up, nothing.
We are not talking about belief.


I wonder how they think
the niggers made, make it,
how come the niggers are still here.
But, then, again, I don’t think they dare
to think of that: no:
I’m fairly certain they don’t think of that at all.

I with the alabaster lady of the house,
with Beulah.
Beulah about sixty, built in four-square,
biceps like Mohammed Ali,
she at the stove, fixing biscuits,
scrambling eggs and bacon, fixing coffee,
pouring juice, and the lady of the house,
she say, she don’t know how
she’d get along without Beulah
and Beulah just silently grunts,
I reckon you don’t,
and keeps on keeping on
and the lady of the house say
She’s just like one of the family,
and Beulah turns, gives me a look,
sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes
in the direction of the lady’s back, and
keeps on keeping on.

While they are containing
and entering onto the quicksand of
and patronizing
and calculating
the Caribbean plunder, and
the South China Sea booty,
the niggers are aware that no one has discussed
anything at all with the niggers.

Well. Niggers don’t own nothing,
got no flag, even our names
are hand-me-downs
and you don’t change that
by calling yourself X:
sometimes that just makes it worse,
like obliterating the path that leads back
to whence you came, and
to where you can begin.
And, anyway, none of this changes the reality,
which is, for example, that I do not want my son
to die in Guantanamo,
or anywhere else, for that matter,
serving the Stars and Stripes.
(I’ve seen some stars.
I got some stripes.)

Neither (incidentally)
has anyone discussed the Bomb with the niggers:
the incoherent feeling is, the less
the nigger knows about the Bomb, the better:
the lady of the house
smiles nervously in your direction
as though she had just been overheard
discussing family, or sexual secrets,
and changes the subject to Education,
or Full Employment, or the Welfare rolls,
the smile saying, Don’t be dismayed.
We know how you feel. You can trust us.

Yeah. I would like to believe you.
But we are not talking about belief.


The sons of greed, the heirs of plunder,
are approaching the end of their journey:
it is amazing that they approach without wonder,
as though they have, themselves, become
that scorched and blasphemed earth,
the stricken buffalo, the slaughtered tribes,
the endless, virgin, bloodsoaked plain,
the famine, the silence, the children’s eyes,
murder masquerading as salvation, seducing
every democratic eye,
the mouths of truth and anguish choked with cotton,
rape delirious with the fragrance of magnolia,
the hacking of the fruit of their loins to pieces,
hey! the tar-baby sons and nephews, the high-yaller
and Tom’s black prick hacked off
to rustle in crinoline,
to hang, heaviest of heirlooms,
between the pink and alabaster breasts
of the Great Man’s Lady,
or worked into the sash at the waist
of the high-yaller Creole bitch, or niece,
a chunk of shining brown-black satin,
staring, staring, like the single eye of God:

creation yearns to re-create a time
when we were able to recognize a crime.

my stricken kinsmen,
the party is over:
there have never been any white people,
anywhere: the trick was accomplished with mirrors—
look: where is your image now?
where your inheritance,
on what rock stands this pride?

I counsel you,
leave History alone.
She is exhausted,
sitting, staring into her dressing-room mirror,
and wondering what rabbit, now,
to pull out of what hat,
and seriously considering retirement,
even though she knows her public
dare not let her go.

She must change.
Yes. History must change.
A slow, syncopated
relentless music begins
suggesting her re-entry,
transformed, virginal as she was,
in the Beginning, untouched,
as the Word was spoken,
before the rape which debased her
to be the whore of multitudes, or,
as one might say, before she became the Star,
whose name, above our title,
carries the Show, making History the patsy,
responsible for every flubbed line,
every missed cue, responsible for the life
and death, of all bright illusions
and dark delusions,
Lord, History is weary
of her unspeakable liaison with Time,
for Time and History
have never seen eye to eye:
Time laughs at History
and time and time and time again
Time traps History in a lie.

But we always, somehow, managed
to roar History back onstage
to take another bow,
to justify, to sanctify
the journey until now.

Time warned us to ask for our money back,
and disagreed with History
as concerns colours white and black.
Not only do we come from further back,
but the light of the Sun
marries all colours as one.

I have seen you betray your Saviour
(it is you who call Him Saviour)
so many times, and
I have spoken to Him about you,
behind your back.
Quite a lot has been going on
behind your back, and,
if your phone has not yet been disconnected,
it will soon begin to ring:
informing you, for example, that a whole generation,
in Africa, is about to die,
and a new generation is about to rise,
and will not need your bribes,
or your persuasions, any more:
not your morality. No plundered gold—
Ah! Kinsmen, if I could make you see
the crime is not what you have done to me!
It is you who are blind,
you, bowed down with chains,
you, whose children mock you, and seek another
you, who cannot look man or woman or child in the
whose sleep is blank with terror,
for whom love died long ago,
somewhere between the airport and the safe-deposit
the buying and selling of rising or falling stocks,
you, who miss Zanzibar and Madagascar and Kilimanjaro
and lions and tigers and elephants and zebras
and flying fish and crocodiles and alligators and
and crashing waterfalls and endless rivers,
flowers fresher than Eden, silence sweeter than the
grace of God,
passion at every turning, throbbing in the bush,
thicker, oh, than honey in the hive,
opening, welcoming, aching from toe to bottom
to spine,
sweet heaven on the line
to last forever, yes,
but, now,
rejoicing ends, man, a price remains to pay,
your innocence costs too much
and we can’t carry you on our books
or our backs, any longer: baby,
find another Eden, another apple tree,
somewhere, if you can,
and find some other natives, somewhere else,
to listen to you bellow
till you come, just like a man,
but we don’t need you,
are sick of being a fantasy to feed you,
and of being the principal accomplice to your
for, it is your crime, now, the cross to which you
your Alpha and Omega for everything.

Well (others have told you)
your clown’s grown weary, the puppet master
is bored speechless with this monotonous disaster,
and is long gone, does not belong to you,
any more than my woman, or my child,
ever belonged to you.

During this long travail
our ancestors spoke to us, and we listened,
and we tried to make you hear life in our song
but now it matters not at all to me
whether you know what I am talking about—or not:
I know why we are not blinded
by your brightness, are able to see you,
who cannot see us. I know
why we are still here.

The niggers are calculating,
from day to day, life everlasting,
and wish you well:
but decline to imitate the Son of the Morning,
and rule in Hell.

Enjoy your Tuesday, be blessed!
featured image: National Jazz Museum in Harlem

Creative Close-Up: Art Tips of the Sharing Kind…

Creative Close-Up: Art Tips of the Sharing Kind…

Feb. 27 / 17 

Hey again! As most of you know, I like to show people the best in art education, websites, and what not. I found this article from Artsy Shark by guest blogger Adam Eisenstat titled, How to Write a Compelling Artist Statement. It’s worth the read, this may be a great benefit….

cred: adam eisenstat & artsy shark

How to Write a Compelling Artist Statement

by Artsy Shark guest blogger Adam Eisenstat

Why is an artist statement important?

An artist statement is a marketing piece designed to make someone interested in your work. A good artist statement helps make an artist and his/her work more compelling.

Many artists believe their work speaks for itself, which is true to an extent. But a strong written overview/explanation of what you do—emphasizing key aspects of your work and, if relevant, your life—can expand and even enhance the work in important ways.

I’ve written materials for many artists working in a wide variety of styles and genres. One artist statement I did illustrates particularly well how this standard promotional piece can really complement the work. The artist works in encaustics (wax paintings), and she’s a psychotherapist. Her paintings are very colorful and abstract. To look at them, you probably wouldn’t know that memory is a major theme of her art, and you certainly wouldn’t know that she’s a psychotherapist. But this information is crucial to her work, and knowing it clearly enhances the viewer’s understanding.

What makes a good artist statement?

Clarity. You should get to the point and be thorough about your art, but not exhaustive.

There’s always more you can say about your work (since you know everything about it), but saying too much can muddle your message.

Brevity. An artist statement should be concise. Rare is the statement that’s more than 500 words (one page, single-spaced). You have to assume that most people who see your statement will only read two or three paragraphs (if that), which is why the key information should be at the top. Keep in mind: an artist statement is a work of publicity, not scholarship or explication.

Focus. Initially, before even thinking about the specifics of your statement, you should ask yourself: What am I trying to accomplish as an artist; who am I trying to reach? This is the strategic dimension of the statement—it requires that you clarify your goals, and then write about your art accordingly, to serve those goals.

What information should be included in an artist statement?

Your statement should contain only that information you consider most important—to your art and to your goals. Stick to the basics.

Art theory, jargon, and complex ideas should be used sparingly. What if your art is genuinely complex and/or rooted in theory? That’s fine, but in your statement you should just hint at these ideas and complexities; provide a basic outline.

Here are some examples of information to include:

* Basic concept of the work/series

* Major themes, primary subject matter/imagery

* Process/methodology for creating your work

* Materials used (paint type, colors, dimensions, etc.).

* How your work is different from other artists using similar materials/similar approach

* Compositional philosophy/conceptual approach

* Influences/current inspirations

* Overarching message of your work, basic philosophy, etc.

What autobiographical elements should be included in the statement?

This leads to another question: What importance do autobiographical elements play in your work?

An artist statement should be light on personal information (which can be included in your resume or in a separate bio, if necessary). An exception to this would be if your biography—personal details of your life—are directly relevant to your work. In that case, you might want to include more autobiographical information than someone who does not overtly draw from his/her life as a basis for their art. Of course every artist draws on his/her life experience, but a lot of those details aren’t necessarily relevant and can be left out.

Some final words

Many artists approach self-promotion with dread—it may not be natural for them, and they would really just prefer to work on their art. The biggest artists don’t usually have to worry about the details of their marketing, but if you’re like most artists you probably don’t have that luxury, so you’ll have to do much if not all of your own promotion. It doesn’t have to be such a chore, though; it can be enriching and actually help you understand your own work better. And ultimately, the point is to get your work out there and advance your career. You can make promoting your work creative and personally rewarding.


I told you it was worth a read. I hope that Mr. Eisenstat’s article leaves you with lessons to tackle self-promotion. Enjoy your Monday, be blessed!

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2017 Oscar Winners

2017 Oscar Winners

Feb. 27 / 17

I didn’t watch, but I did keep track of who won. Here are the winners for this year’s 89th Academy Awards, well the categories that I’m most interested in….





Manchester by the Sea



Hacksaw Ridge


La La Land


Captain Fantastic









Hell or High Water


Manchester by the Sea




Nocturnal Animals




La La Land









Florence Foster Jenkins











Hidden Figures


Manchester by the Sea




Damien Chazelle



Denis Villeneuve


Mel Gibson


Kenneth Lonergan


Barry Jenkins




Ezra Edelman and Caroline Waterlow



Gianfranco Rosi and Donatella Palermo


Raoul Peck, Rémi Grellety, and Hébert Peck


Roger Ross Williams and Julie Goldman


Ava DuVernay, Spencer Averick, and Howard Barish




Orlando von Einsiedel and Joanna Natasegara



Dan Krauss


Daphne Matziaraki


Kahane Cooperman and Raphaela Neihausen


Marcel Mettelsiefen and Stephen Ellis

















Adele Romanski, Dede Gardner, and Jeremy Kleiner, Producers



Shawn Levy, Dan Levine, Aaron Ryder and David Linde, Producers


Scott Rudin, Denzel Washington and Todd Black, Producers


Bill Mechanic and David Permut, Producers


Carla Hacken and Julie Yorn, Producers


Donna Gigliotti, Peter Chernin, Jenno Topping, Pharrell Williams and Theodore Melfi, Producers


Fred Berger, Jordan Horowitz, and Marc Platt, Producers


Emile Sherman, Iain Canning and Angie Fielder, Producers


Matt Damon, Kimberly Steward, Chris Moore, Lauren Beck and Kevin J. Walsh, Producers

Hope you enjoyed watching the Oscars and I’m happy that Viola Davis, Mahershala Ali, and the film Moonlight won. Oh, I’m sure you watched this too…..

featured image: Odessa Review

Film Review: Breaking A Monster

Film Review: Breaking A Monster

Feb. 25 / 17

Hey! Going to give my review of the documentary film, Breaking A Monster. This film, directed by Luke Meyer, follows three young African-American kids from Brooklyn, New York. Malcolm Brickhouse, Jarad Dawkins, and Alec Atkins have garnered attention as the heavy-metal trio, Unlocking the Truth. The band, formed in 2007, began performing in the streets of Time Square, which gained lots of social media attention.

By 2014, these eighth graders signed a $1.8 million five-album deal with Sony Music Entertainment. Of course with the boys being under age, the contract had to be approved by the New York Supreme Court. The deal was put together by their manager…now former manager, Alan Sacks. Sacks, who was co-creator for the 70s sitcom classic Welcome Back Kotter and responsible for the careers of Demi Lovato and The Jonas Brothers, is kinda like one of those zen master managers. He’s got the calm, cool and collected look about him. The thought of signing a record deal sounds like a dream come true, but that’s simply not the case.

They may be kids, but even they saw right through the visage of the record company’s true motive. Instead of recording, there were meetings, endless meetings. You see the frustration and tension rise during those times. Here’s an excerpt from an article from The Daily Beast,

“It’s all about branding,” their label rep tells the perplexed boys early on in the film, before showing them a mock-up of the kids transformed into animeBoondocks-like characters for an accompanying cartoon.

The music industry has the positives and the cons and this is one of them. This film gives you a taste of what the industry is really like. I find it refreshing that Meyer was able to show us the not so great aspects of the industry. It’s not all rock and glam, but you do know that these boys are here to make music, good music. They also know that they have a lot of growing up to do, not only personally, but musically.

The bottom line is that Unlocking the Truth is not just some band, they are a group of talented musicians, ready to show the world that Black folk know how to rock like the rest of them.

Breaking a Monster: A

You can go to their website: This film was released last year, but you can see it on Netflix. You can find their debut album, Chaos on Apple, Spotify, and Google Play.
















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Music Festivals February 2017 Pt. 2

Music Festivals February 2017 Pt. 2

Feb. 22 / 17

One more thing to share with you. Just a few music festivals happening this month. If you live in these areas, take a weekend to enjoy some music…..

cred: music festival wizard


Feb 17 2017 / Noise Pop 2017 / San Francisco, CA / February 17-26, 2017


Feb 23 2017 / Wanderlust Hawaii 2017 / Hauula, HI / February 23-26, 2017


Hope you enjoy the rest of your Wednesday, be blessed!

























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Weekend Scene: London Fashion Week 2017

Weekend Scene: London Fashion Week 2017

Feb. 18 / 17

Hello…As most or some of you already know, London Fashion Week arrived Thursday. February 16 – 21, 2017 are the dates. Here are some of the shows that happened today and will be happening tomorrow…

cred: london fashion week


CHALAYAN / See Invitation / Show
09:30 – 11:30
Paula Knorr / *BFC Presentation Space / Presentation
Ryan LO / BFC Show Space / Show
10:00 – 19:00
NEWGEN pop-up showroom: Ashley Williams / Designer Showrooms: NEWGEN / Event
Fashion East Presentations / Topshop Show Space / Presentation
Fashion East / Topshop Show Space / Show
11:30 – 13:30
Faustine Steinmetz / *Topshop Show Space / Presentation
Jasper Conran / W1 / Show
12:30 – 14:30
Edeline Lee / See Invitation / Presentation
Julien Macdonald / See Invitation / Show

13:30 – 15:30
Markus Lupfer / See Invitation / Presentation
Molly Goddard / *Topshop Show Space / Show
14:30 – 16:30
Astley Clarke / See Invitation / Presentation
Ports 1961 / See Invitation / Show
15:30 – 17:30
Alice Archer / See Invitation / Presentation
J.W.Anderson / WC1 / Show
16:30 – 18:30
palmer//harding / See Invitation / Presentation
Emilia Wickstead / See Invitation / Show
17:00 – 19:00
Designer Showrooms Open House / Designer Showrooms: The Store Studios / Event
17:30 – 19:30
One to Watch: Halpern / See Invitation / Presentation
Simone Rocha / See Invitation / Show
18:30 – 20:30
Globe-Trotter / See Invitation / Presentation

House of Holland / Topshop Show Space / Show
Gareth Pugh / See Invitation / Show
Versus Versace / See Invitation / Show
21:30 – 23:30


Margaret Howell / See Invitation / Show

Anya Hindmarch / See Invitation / Show
10:00 – 14:00
NEWGEN pop-up showroom: Paula Knorr   / Designer Showrooms: NEWGEN / Event
10:30 – 12:30
ROBERTS | WOOD / BFC Presentation Space / Presentation
Preen by Thornton Bregazzi / See Invitation / Show
11:30 – 13:30
Malone Souliers / W1J / Presentation
11:30 – 14:30
Roland Mouret / See Invitation / Show
TOGA / See Invitation / Show
13:30 – 15:30
A.W.A.K.E. / See Invitation / Presentation
TOPSHOP UNIQUE / Topshop Show Space / Show
14:30 – 16:30
Natasha Zinko / BFC Presentation Space / Presentation
Peter Pilotto / See Invitation / Show
15:00 – 19:00
NEWGEN pop-up showroom: Sadie Williams / Designer Showrooms: NEWGEN / Event
Mulberry / See Invitation / Show
16:30 – 18:30
MM6 Maison Margiela / See Invitation / Presentation
David Koma / BFC Show Space / Show
17:30 – 19:30
Phoebe English / See Invitation / Presentation
Temperley London / See Invitation / Show
Mary Katrantzou / See Invitation / Show
19:30 – 20:30
ASOS magazine Knowledge is Power / BFC Show Space / Event
Charlotte Olympia / See Invitation / Show
20:30 – 22:00
HYEIN SEO F/W 2017 ‘FINAL BOSS’ / BFC Presentation Space / Event
20:30 – 23:30
Diesel – Make Love Not Walls / See Invitation / Event
You can check out to learn and find out more about London Fashion Week. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, be blessed.
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Fashion Week London & Things…..

Fashion Week London & Things…..

Feb. 17 / 17

Hey again. I just wanted to let you know that Fashion Week New York has ended for the time being, but Fashion Week London has arrived. From February 17 – 21, 2017 fashion is invading London town. Shadowbox will have the beginning posted tomorrow and will also have updates.

There will be updates for the Arts & Tutorial and other pages, so please be on the lookout for those.

That’s it for now! Enjoy your Friday, be blessed!

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@ The Event: Vancouver

@ The Event: Vancouver

Feb. 17 / 17

Friday, Friday, Friday….We can all agree that we’re all glad it’s Friday right? Well, Vancouver is the final stop of our tour of Canada for @ The Event. This city has lots of things to do. Here is just a peek of what they have in store…

cred: tourism vancouver

Bard on the Beach Shakespeare Festival

Dates: June 1 – September 23, 2017

Every June through September, Bard on the Beach professional Shakespeare Festival brings to life the magic of Shakespeare’s great plays. The Festival site is located on the waterfront in Vancouver’s Vanier Park, adjacent to the downtown core.


DOXA Documentary Film Festival

Dates: May 2017

A 10-day annual festival presenting Canadian and international documentaries.


International Jazz Festival

Coastal Jazz & Blues Society

  • 295 W 7th Avenue
  • 2nd Floor
  • Vancouver, BC V5Y 1L9
  • Phone: 604.872.5200

No dates posted yet…..


Theatre Under The Stars

Each summer through July and August, Theatre Under the Stars presents soaring musical theatre productions at Stanley Park’s picturesque Malkin Bowl.

  • Malkin Bowl, Stanley Park
  • Vancouver, BC V6G 1Z4
  • Phone: 604.734.1917

No dates yet, but tickets are sold out.


Vancouver Folk Music Festival

Dates: July 14, 15, 16, 2017 / Jericho Beach Park


Vancouver International Film Festival

  • 1181 Seymour St
  • Vancouver, BC V6B 3M7
  • Phone: 604.683.FILM (3456)

Check the website above for dates


Other Events

February 1, 2017 – March 5, 2017


November 11, 2016 – June 26, 2017


Recurring weekly on Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday until April 9, 2017


February 3, 2017 – February 25, 2017


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